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• siren song • I broke my own rules for youcoming up above the waterto seek out the lightand you were theresearchinglost or so I thoughtI swam in our sea of sin and wanted it to mean somethingunintentionally coming undoneexposed one buttonone seamone thread at a timeunveiled and laid out bare so you could lose
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• there is a soft melody in the airas dusk gently wakes the worldoutside the bedside windowI am aroused from sleep by his voicecalling to say good morninghe says that I must touch for him nowto make him throb all dayknowing I cannot tell him noadoring how intensely he craves meletting my hands go to
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I’m not the type of girl that could ever be a groupie. There’s nothing in me that will ever be put out to attract a man’s attention unless he is my own and then if I have to work that hard for it more than once I likely will no longer desire it. But if
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• There are parts of that day and I remember so vividly. The sound of the gravel road beneath our feet. The way it crunched in response to our steps was almost soothing.. inviting. Saying yes, come deeper into these woods, please. And how I was quite happy to be out in the country as
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• If nothing else in this life I will always find the poetry in things.. I will find it in the rare quiet too early morning and the pattern of the wooden table where I sit and have my coffee. In my little boy still sleeping, his golden hair laid across the pillow like a
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• it always hurtstodayand yesterdayall the days in this hazeand especially when they sayI must rememberas if I needed a reminder but if I’m telling the truththe red and the white and the blueI am ashamed to saysometimes it just looks like bloodstainsthe kind you can’t wash outand on this day it is everywhereevery screenand
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Do not return here with longing rattling in the place where a heart once hung…With readiness finally on your lying lips.Do not look for me when you have sowed your wild oats and regret leads you to a place you once wanted to call home.When every night feels like winter and time no longer treats
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God and good have led meon many occasions..but the Devil took me to placesso darkso desolateforcing me to understandwhy the light inside memust always prevail the blood& the bones
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I miss my Mother and as the day comes to celebrate her, I am still nursing a wound only 6 months old. One I know will never heal ..hoping a day will come when it is not aching in this way. When her absence is not so obvious. And the finality of death does not
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• It’s the way his fingers slide in between my quivering limbs and then ever so gracefully to the place where I can taste the mingling of him and me. He wants me to experience everything. Every taste and touch.. every bit of gentle and every bit of rough We explore and explode together and
The Blood & The Bones 